MTLNOVEL Transform randomly in Kexue World
Chapter 263 Conan's doubts
Chapter 263 Beta Conan’s Doubts
The email that can be sent to the past has finally been named D-mail. The next step is to verify that the experimental results can be repeated.
"It was about 30 hours since Martin's email was sent to the doctor's mobile phone, and the time set to heat the bananas at that time was also 30 seconds. Maybe there is a connection between the two." Ai Haibara analyzed: "This time, the setting Let’s take a longer look, maybe 2 minutes.”
Another banana was put in, and then the phone microwave was started and the 120-second countdown started.
Haihara Ai turned to look at Martin: "Send an email, send something casual, but try not to change the doctor's actions."
At the same time, she picked up her phone and edited an email herself.
Martin thought for a while, edited the email, and sent it.
Last time, the banana in the microwave oven disappeared after 30 seconds, but this time the countdown has elapsed for nearly 1 minute, and the banana is still in the microwave oven, and it has not turned into gel when observed through the glass of the microwave oven.
However, an arc appeared, or sparks, plasma, or blue light flashed through the microwave oven, and the whole machine trembled.
Dr. A Li was a little worried: "Would it be better to stop it?"
"That's the next stage of the experimental project, don't be too ambitious!" Phoenix Academy Shirley scolded, but she was slowly retreating.
Martin and Tuji even hid behind the sofa, using the sofa as a cover.
After more than a minute, the microwave oven finished its work without incident, and the internal light bulb went out.
"The banana was inside until it went out," Dr. A Li said.
"But it is definitely gone now." Martin turned back: "Because it came back to me... Experimental results: There is no significant difference in appearance between 30-second bananas and 120-second bananas. Well... because they are transparent. You can see there is no difference internally.”
"Now it's time to check the mail." Haihara Ai picked up the doctor's mobile phone from the microwave: "Doctor, do you remember how many emails you have received in total?"
"It's still four letters." Dr. Ali said, and then he was not sure: "It was also four letters before, right?"
Yes, Haihara Ai expected this result, because just now she did not experience the illusion that everyone in the world had disappeared again.
But in fact, there were ten emails in Dr. Ali's inbox, including three more from each of the two numbers.
The message sent from Haibara Ai’s number is: [マーティンは] [private business] [ある] (Martin is hiding something from me)
The message sent from Martin’s number is: [ひろしはprivateた][ちに隠し事が][ある] (The doctor is hiding something from us)
The difference in receipt time is very small, both were five days ago, that is, 120 hours ago.
In this way, the lookback time of D-mail has been determined.
"The complete message was cut into three paragraphs. The first two paragraphs only have six words, which should be a rule." Haibara Ai turned to Dr. Ali to confirm again: "Does the doctor really not remember these emails?"
"The email was from five days ago. My portable mailbox was just registered yesterday." The doctor said in confusion.
That's right, the email account I just registered yesterday received an email from five days ago. This thing is weird, as if the doctor's phone is broken and there is a problem with the time record.
Martin pinched his chin: "You really should try to send an email that can change history, right? For example, send the winning lottery numbers to yesterday?"
The three of them had such a tacit understanding that no one mentioned the contents of the two emails.
Afterwards, many experiments on D-mail were conducted, and it was determined that a maximum of 36 bytes could be sent at a time. (A number or letter occupies one byte, and a Chinese character or Japanese character occupies 2 bytes.)
Then, the program was redesigned with the goal of sending D-mail. Now you can use the mobile phone connected to the microwave oven as a transfer station to send D-mail to other email addresses. As the experiment became more and more bold, Haihara Ai once again tried to send content that could change history: the time position sent an email to Martin's email address last night before he bought groceries, and the content was to ask him to buy apple.
The previous 'hallucination' once again enveloped Haihara Ai, and she was the only one left in the empty house, while the remaining two people and Yitu disappeared.
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This time she stood there calmly for a few seconds before two people and one rabbit appeared again.
Martin and Dr. A Li were studying two jelly apples at the workbench, while Tuji looked at her worriedly, because she was a little nervous because of the hallucination she had just experienced.
After Haihara Ai communicated with the two, it was confirmed that history had indeed been changed. What Martin bought last night was an apple. During the experiment on the telephone microwave oven, the apple that Haihara Ai put in the microwave oven instead of the secret sauce was the same.
And the apple did not teleport like a banana, but gelled in the microwave like a secret sauce.
In addition, Huihara Ai clearly informed them of the content of the email in advance before sending it to buy Apple, but now none of them remember this. Martin’s phone has the email received last night, and Haihara Ai’s phone has The outbox is empty.
Haihara Ai found a small blackboard and listed the various properties of D-mail on it, and then fell into thinking whether using D-mail to change history could save his sister.
She glanced at Martin. The person with the most say in this matter was naturally Martin, but Martin didn't know what he had planned today, and he deliberately acted dumb and said nothing.
Are you deliberately waiting to see your own joke?
Just when Haihara Ai was hesitating, Martin's cell phone rang. It was a call.
"This is from the great detective." After muttering, Martin picked up the phone and said, "If there's something going on, go back."
"Hey, Martin." Conan's voice was cautious and confused, and he lowered his voice: "Since lunch time, I have repeatedly had hallucinations in which people around me disappear and reappear. Is it something you did there?"
……
Noon, Maori’s house.
It was an ordinary noon for Conan. The family of three was sitting at the low table. Kogoro Mouri was absent-mindedly eating rice while watching TV. Xiaolan was scolding Kogoro Moori and answered the words in her mind.
Then a sudden change occurred. The two people on Conan's left and right disappeared. Conan was sitting cross-legged at the table alone. He saw that there was a half-eaten rice bowl and chopsticks casually put down on the table, but there were no people.
"Sister Xiaolan? Uncle?" Conan put down his bowls and chopsticks and stood up: "Where have you been?"
Could it be that I was distracted? What just happened? Is there a case coming?
However, Conan, who stood up, discovered another anomaly. From that moment on, it was too quiet.
It's as quiet as if you are the only one in the world.
So Conan turned around and walked to the window and looked out the window.
The Mori Detective Agency is located in Mihua [-]-chome. It is not a prosperous area but it is definitely not deserted. There are cars or pedestrians passing by on the road in front of the door almost all the time, and there will be traffic jams in the morning and evening rush hours.
But now, Conan saw through the window that there was no one on the road outside, it was completely empty.
"Sister Xiaolan?" He panicked and called out with his last hope: "Uncle?"
"Lan? Lan! Lan!!"
(End of this chapter)
The email that can be sent to the past has finally been named D-mail. The next step is to verify that the experimental results can be repeated.
"It was about 30 hours since Martin's email was sent to the doctor's mobile phone, and the time set to heat the bananas at that time was also 30 seconds. Maybe there is a connection between the two." Ai Haibara analyzed: "This time, the setting Let’s take a longer look, maybe 2 minutes.”
Another banana was put in, and then the phone microwave was started and the 120-second countdown started.
Haihara Ai turned to look at Martin: "Send an email, send something casual, but try not to change the doctor's actions."
At the same time, she picked up her phone and edited an email herself.
Martin thought for a while, edited the email, and sent it.
Last time, the banana in the microwave oven disappeared after 30 seconds, but this time the countdown has elapsed for nearly 1 minute, and the banana is still in the microwave oven, and it has not turned into gel when observed through the glass of the microwave oven.
However, an arc appeared, or sparks, plasma, or blue light flashed through the microwave oven, and the whole machine trembled.
Dr. A Li was a little worried: "Would it be better to stop it?"
"That's the next stage of the experimental project, don't be too ambitious!" Phoenix Academy Shirley scolded, but she was slowly retreating.
Martin and Tuji even hid behind the sofa, using the sofa as a cover.
After more than a minute, the microwave oven finished its work without incident, and the internal light bulb went out.
"The banana was inside until it went out," Dr. A Li said.
"But it is definitely gone now." Martin turned back: "Because it came back to me... Experimental results: There is no significant difference in appearance between 30-second bananas and 120-second bananas. Well... because they are transparent. You can see there is no difference internally.”
"Now it's time to check the mail." Haihara Ai picked up the doctor's mobile phone from the microwave: "Doctor, do you remember how many emails you have received in total?"
"It's still four letters." Dr. Ali said, and then he was not sure: "It was also four letters before, right?"
Yes, Haihara Ai expected this result, because just now she did not experience the illusion that everyone in the world had disappeared again.
But in fact, there were ten emails in Dr. Ali's inbox, including three more from each of the two numbers.
The message sent from Haibara Ai’s number is: [マーティンは] [private business] [ある] (Martin is hiding something from me)
The message sent from Martin’s number is: [ひろしはprivateた][ちに隠し事が][ある] (The doctor is hiding something from us)
The difference in receipt time is very small, both were five days ago, that is, 120 hours ago.
In this way, the lookback time of D-mail has been determined.
"The complete message was cut into three paragraphs. The first two paragraphs only have six words, which should be a rule." Haibara Ai turned to Dr. Ali to confirm again: "Does the doctor really not remember these emails?"
"The email was from five days ago. My portable mailbox was just registered yesterday." The doctor said in confusion.
That's right, the email account I just registered yesterday received an email from five days ago. This thing is weird, as if the doctor's phone is broken and there is a problem with the time record.
Martin pinched his chin: "You really should try to send an email that can change history, right? For example, send the winning lottery numbers to yesterday?"
The three of them had such a tacit understanding that no one mentioned the contents of the two emails.
Afterwards, many experiments on D-mail were conducted, and it was determined that a maximum of 36 bytes could be sent at a time. (A number or letter occupies one byte, and a Chinese character or Japanese character occupies 2 bytes.)
Then, the program was redesigned with the goal of sending D-mail. Now you can use the mobile phone connected to the microwave oven as a transfer station to send D-mail to other email addresses. As the experiment became more and more bold, Haihara Ai once again tried to send content that could change history: the time position sent an email to Martin's email address last night before he bought groceries, and the content was to ask him to buy apple.
The previous 'hallucination' once again enveloped Haihara Ai, and she was the only one left in the empty house, while the remaining two people and Yitu disappeared.
1.277842%
This time she stood there calmly for a few seconds before two people and one rabbit appeared again.
Martin and Dr. A Li were studying two jelly apples at the workbench, while Tuji looked at her worriedly, because she was a little nervous because of the hallucination she had just experienced.
After Haihara Ai communicated with the two, it was confirmed that history had indeed been changed. What Martin bought last night was an apple. During the experiment on the telephone microwave oven, the apple that Haihara Ai put in the microwave oven instead of the secret sauce was the same.
And the apple did not teleport like a banana, but gelled in the microwave like a secret sauce.
In addition, Huihara Ai clearly informed them of the content of the email in advance before sending it to buy Apple, but now none of them remember this. Martin’s phone has the email received last night, and Haihara Ai’s phone has The outbox is empty.
Haihara Ai found a small blackboard and listed the various properties of D-mail on it, and then fell into thinking whether using D-mail to change history could save his sister.
She glanced at Martin. The person with the most say in this matter was naturally Martin, but Martin didn't know what he had planned today, and he deliberately acted dumb and said nothing.
Are you deliberately waiting to see your own joke?
Just when Haihara Ai was hesitating, Martin's cell phone rang. It was a call.
"This is from the great detective." After muttering, Martin picked up the phone and said, "If there's something going on, go back."
"Hey, Martin." Conan's voice was cautious and confused, and he lowered his voice: "Since lunch time, I have repeatedly had hallucinations in which people around me disappear and reappear. Is it something you did there?"
……
Noon, Maori’s house.
It was an ordinary noon for Conan. The family of three was sitting at the low table. Kogoro Mouri was absent-mindedly eating rice while watching TV. Xiaolan was scolding Kogoro Moori and answered the words in her mind.
Then a sudden change occurred. The two people on Conan's left and right disappeared. Conan was sitting cross-legged at the table alone. He saw that there was a half-eaten rice bowl and chopsticks casually put down on the table, but there were no people.
"Sister Xiaolan? Uncle?" Conan put down his bowls and chopsticks and stood up: "Where have you been?"
Could it be that I was distracted? What just happened? Is there a case coming?
However, Conan, who stood up, discovered another anomaly. From that moment on, it was too quiet.
It's as quiet as if you are the only one in the world.
So Conan turned around and walked to the window and looked out the window.
The Mori Detective Agency is located in Mihua [-]-chome. It is not a prosperous area but it is definitely not deserted. There are cars or pedestrians passing by on the road in front of the door almost all the time, and there will be traffic jams in the morning and evening rush hours.
But now, Conan saw through the window that there was no one on the road outside, it was completely empty.
"Sister Xiaolan?" He panicked and called out with his last hope: "Uncle?"
"Lan? Lan! Lan!!"
(End of this chapter)
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